Infinity

How many nights does it take to count the stars? (Chapter 14)

Today...

Harry Styles
"Are you okay?" I asked as I woke her up.
"What happened?" She said as she jumped up from the seat.
"You passed out about 2 hours ago. I just kept working."
"I passed out? Wait.. so you didn't kidnap me?" She said with a very confused look on her face.
"I didn't kidnap you.. I would never do that.. you must've been dreaming." I said as I let out a chuckle.
"Dreaming?"
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Anaelle Johnson
How could I have been dreaming? I felt the pain, it wasn't like any dream I had ever had. It felt like months.
"It felt like months. It was awful. You hurt me?! I almost died!.... if it was a dream then how did I feel pain?" I asked Harry as he placed plastic wrap on my now finished tattoo.
"Maybe you felt the pain because I've been tattooing you this whole time." He said with a "duh?!" look on his face.
"Oh ha-..ha.. um ya." I said as I was so embarrassed!
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Anaelle Johnson
The tattoo is still sore after three days of having it. The whole experience has been weird.. I still can't believe it was a dream?! I'm dumbfounded.

From Harry
Hey. Can you meet me today for lunch?

To Harry
Of course. When and where should I meet you.

From Harry
I'll pick you up at 11:30. What's your address?
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Harry picked me up at 11:31 for lunch.
I felt weird giving him my address after the crazy "dream" I had the other day.
"You're a minute late." I said with a smirk on my face.
"You're lucky. I'm usually two minutes late."
We both laughed. Harry is so sweet and funny. But in a way it's hard to think of him that way. I have to get that awful dream out of my system.

Lunch went great. In fact it went so great we ended up spending the rest of the day together... and night..
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"How many nights does it take to count the stars.." I heard Harry begin to sing quietly to himself as we sat under the stars in his backyard.
"What's that Harry?"
"Oh nothing sorry.."
"Obviously it was something.." I whispered leaving a kiss on his cheek.
"Just a song I'm trying to write.. sorry.."
Why was he sorry? It sounded beautiful.
I earlier told Harry the whole "dream" I had while he was tatting me. He couldn't believe it.. either could I. Well actually I could. I was having a hard time not believing it.
I ended up falling asleep wrapped in his arms... his muscular tatted arms... I didn't dream that night at all.. thank the Lord. I was sick of dreaming! When I woke up the lyrics Harry had sung last night started playing over and over again in my head..
How many nights does it take to count the stars...
What comes next? I was really curious.. his voice was so deep and raspy when he sang it quietly last night.
When Harry woke up he kept leaving kisses on my neck.. I giggled.. eventually he made his way to my mouth. His kiss made me have butterflies in my stomach. His kiss was soft.. but passionate.
The whole rest of that day we spent either kissing, cuddling or eating.. we have the same interests.. including eating.

How could I love someone who almost killed me in a very real seeming dream? My dream was so different from his real personality. My dream he was this phsyco maniac who didn't have his head straight. In real life Harry is such a sweet, passionate, caring person. Sometimes I can't think of him the way I should because of that awful dream that has been haunting me...
But I love him and no one can change that..